After Leonard Cohen: The Glint in the Dark

Not all your bells cannot ring,

Not all wrong is your offering,

There's a glint, a glint in everything,

That's how the cracks are seen.


[The original:

Ring the bells that still can ring,

Forget your perfect offering,

There's a crack, a crack in everything,

That's how the light gets in.]  


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